
Andrew
Brad said that he'd call Aunt Maria tomorrow and I couldn't help but be a little surprised that he was up for going back to Roswell. Not that I minded- it was great.
He vainly checked himself out in the mirror and did God-knows-what until he was satisfied. Only then did he decided it was okay to go. "C'mon. Let's go."
I grinned to myself as I followed him from behind. The guy just took so much pride in making himself look good in public, even if it was at a local coffee shop. Well, Brad Guerin was Brad Guerin- who could blame him?
I had a feeling tonight was going to be okay. Just some hanging out with a few light drinks - no, nooooo I had no intention of getting myself drunk and stinking - and maybe some mild flirting - not much, just a little.
Flirting? Come on, Evans.
Guerin was influencing me a bit too much.